Someone’s in the bathroom
Take the letter out to the postman
See him riding on his blanket
Sweep the floor across the broom
Etched into the sweat across a land
Sun seeps slowly like the Earth sank it
The poisons in short talk repetitive
They’re now in the kitchen
Hanging on the counters and plates
Washing the politeness with sensitive
Wanting only to ditch em
Walk into the calamity that waits
All now join in with the celebration
Parched from the angst selfish
The prisoner sees only the attempt in the escape
Partially torn in the degradation
Only to succumb with only one wish
To breath deep into her sweet intoxicating nape
It’s destined to bring a smile
And all the while
The thoughts continue to pile

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